[Yeah, Mello feels the ice-cold spike of something that's too sharp and apparent to ignore, but one of the caveats he's set for himself is to avoid visibly showing any effect of their Bond; it's a dangerous thing that has given and will give Mello away all too easily.]
Almost three.
[Another sip; M had been down at the docks. The returning, half-destroyed boats were no good for any potential future business that might go on between the newly-opened waterways. Splitting his time between his end-game doing what he needs to do to get there is — ]
Why do you look like that.
[L before Mello had known him here? Perhaps; he had very little basis for comparison. But the L he's known since arriving has always been, if nothing else, a bit more aesthetically refined. He reaches into the bag, pulls out a small pastry.]
no subject
Almost three.
[Another sip; M had been down at the docks. The returning, half-destroyed boats were no good for any potential future business that might go on between the newly-opened waterways. Splitting his time between his end-game doing what he needs to do to get there is — ]
Why do you look like that.
[L before Mello had known him here? Perhaps; he had very little basis for comparison. But the L he's known since arriving has always been, if nothing else, a bit more aesthetically refined. He reaches into the bag, pulls out a small pastry.]
Something happen?
[He dangles it toward L.]